Discerning Neighbours

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Midsomer Bumholes is intended to be a collection of short stories that will depict the lives of randy folk in a fictitious setting based in Oxfordshire, all characters within are not based on any specific person or persons but may have some resemblance. These stories will hopefully cover many different niches and will be tagged as such, all characters and activities are consensual but there will be fine lines where boundaries are pushed but this will evolve as each instalment is written and there will be occasions where there are crossovers.

As per usual, some stories may contain content or topics that readers may dislike, no one is forced to read any of the stories here and can easily hit the back button and move on. However, there are plenty of people that are open minded and/or look for specific content, The old saying springs to mind.... "If a person has nothing good to say, then perhaps they say nothing at all!"

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this project!

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Discerning Neighbours

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Rose had recently celebrated her 38th birthday, she lived in a modest 4 bedroom semi-detached house in a little village by the name of Greater Carfax located at the bottom of a cul-de-sac called Farthing Drive. She lived there with her 19 yr old son, his name was Steven but generally was known as Stevie, it was just the two of them as his father had left them soon after Stevie was born and they hadn't had much to do with him since. Rose had struggled at first but had her parents for support, they looked after her son while she finished her studies and sought after her chosen career as an engineer for one of the British Formula 1 teams and Supercar manufacturers. The sacrifices that both she and her parents made had paid off, their lives were better now as she had worked hard to pay off her mortgage as well as her parents and they could enjoy a comfortable retirement which basically consisted of at least 3 cruises per year. Her father always joked about living on cruises all year round because someone else would always keep their cabin clean, all meals cooked for them and waking up in different countries all year round. She always encouraged them to get out there and make the most of it while they still could, she knew they enjoyed their trips away but also that they loved their little cottage in a village called Cholsey, where the author Agatha Christie came from.

Her son Stevie had chosen to go into I.T, software engineering, programming etc. He was now in University part time which meant he could also do an apprenticeship, learn and earn was how he described it to her. She was always supportive for the most part but then he never really gave her reason to not to be, he had always been a good boy and developed into a fine young man. Not much to look at, he was no hunk but still a good catch for the right girl, although he hardly went out socialising and only had a handful of good faithful friends that he always said were enough for him. He had had a girlfriend but she had her eyes on more superficial things, he had ended it with her and although he regretted it for most part, it just meant that he could focus on his studies and build his future. She was very proud of her boy!

It was a Friday afternoon in late July, the sound of her phone chimed, a text message. Reaching to the table by her side, she picked up the phone and opened her messages, it was from Stevie.

"Hey Mum, won't be home this weekend! Staying in Bournemouth, Warhammer thing! :)"

She couldn't help but grin, he loved his Warhammer! She was a little put out by it too because she had wanted to have a talk with him about a recent discovery she had made about him. She sent him a quick reply saying ok and be safe etc. The usual caring mother spiel, he was grown up but still she liked to fuss when she could. Placing the phone down and then picking up her glass of wine, she swirled the glass and put her nose to the rim and inhaled before taking a mouthful. Her favourite time of the week, she only drank on the weekends as a rule and limited herself to one bottle per night unless she had good company to share a few more bottles with. Every now and then she would go down to the local pub and meet up with some of the other locals in the village and get hammered. Stevie wasn't really a drinker, he enjoyed the odd IPA on occasion but just preferred to drink sparkling water or strong coffee most of the time.

Now that she would have the house to herself for the weekend, she got up from her chair and headed for her bedroom to change. By the time she walked through the door, her work shirt had been removed and she had discarded it in the laundry bin by her ensuite door. She then undid her trousers and let them fall to her ankles before pulling her feet out of them, exposing her nylon covered legs. She always wore nylons whenever she could, loving the feel of the material on her skin, even more so when she didn't wear any panties. To be honest, the only times she really wore them was when she was going through her period and on the occasions that she attended church, or any village event she attended where she was wearing a skirt or dress.

She stood in front of her mirror and looked at herself, proud of her body even though she had a little extra padding on her bottom, hips and thighs. Unclasping and removing her bra, her breasts felt the relief of being freed from their confines as the cool air of the room hit them. They weren't small nor were they big either, a 34c cup with medium sized brown puffy areola with small nipples that were erect most of the time. Squeezing them together and then releasing them, still holding firm which made her grim as she moved her hands down to her nylon clad vulva. Feeling the sharpness of her dark pubes poking through the material, she had trimmed her bush that morning before work, her typical Friday morning routine. She never liked being smooth, it had been one of the requirements of her ex, Stevie's father and he always complained even if she had the slightest growth anywhere other than her head. Pressing a hand onto her vulva and her middle finger into the folds of her labia, feeling the resistance of the nylon that did little to hide the firm little bud of her clitoris hiding itself. She put her finger to her nose and closed her eyes and inhaled, a little musty and moist, she sucked on it before removing the pins holding her hair up.

Her thick blonde hair fell just below her shoulder line, it was naturally wavy and dark at the roots, she made a mental note to book in with her stylist to have it redone. Shaking her head from side to side before flicking her head back and smoothing her hair behind her ears, she reached for a face wipe to remove the little make-up she wore to work. She had a pretty face, all in proportion, kind eyes and a good smile with a good jawline and blue eyes that had a hint of grey and a faint yellow ring around her pupils. Standing up straight, she took a last look at her full body in the mirror, all 5'9" of it and did a little twirl.

"Not bad Rose, not bad!" She said aloud, winking at herself and then stooping down to remove her nylons before putting on her robe and heading back downstairs to the kitchen.

Pouring herself another glass of wine, she made her way out to the garden to enjoy the remainder of the afternoon by herself. There was still a good amount of sun left and she intended to make the most of it, positioning a lounger and table next to it before removing her robe and draping it over the back of a chair nearby. With Stevie away, she was free to be naked in and around her house and even the garden was secluded enough that her neighbour couldn't spy on her from their windows. She was happiest without clothes on, had even considered looking for a local naturist group of like minded individuals but hadn't put her mind to it because she also valued her privacy. The contradiction always amused and baffled her, she resolved herself to look further afield or perhaps go on a specialist holiday abroad, where she wouldn't know anyone.

Rose had dozed for about an hour and was roused by the sound of her neighbour in their garden, this made her smile because she knew what she was up to. About 3 weeks prior, she had been enjoying the evening in the garden as Stevie was out for the night with friends in London at a gaming event and wouldn't be back until the following day. She had felt hornier than usual and decided to make best use of the situation, she had reclined back and was caressing her breasts and then fingered herself to a good climax. She hadn't been aware that she was being watched by her neighbour until she heard a light clunking sound from the other side of the fence, followed by muffled words and the fast receding sound of footsteps. For a fleeting moment she had been angry but after a glass of wine and some contemplation, she found it amusing and somewhat of a turn on.

Deciding to have a little fun again, she knew she was being watched again and had been on the two other occasions that she had enjoyed her garden naked since that first time. She kept her eyes closed as she moved her hands onto her exposed breasts, nipples harder than normal but very sensitive to touch which made her moan quietly. After a few minutes, she moved one of her hands down her stomach and between her thighs, spreading her legs as she pushed her fingers across her pubic hair and into labia. She was wet, clearly she really enjoyed the thrill of being observed, the invasion of her privacy and pleasure one has behind closed doors. The fact is, being as open minded as she was, she couldn't really be angry because she was outdoors exposing herself albeit in her garden. Had it been someone going out of their way to spy through a window and by some hidden camera, then that would be different! At least in her mind anyway. She was enjoying the attention and was even more curious to know what they were thinking, she was looking for the right time to make that conversation happen.

Carrying on, She proceeded to delve into her vagina with two fingers, squeezing her breast with her other hand as she arched her back slightly. Feeling the slickness of her quim coating her fingers as they glided in and out, as well as up and down between her labia and circling her now engorged clitoris. She was close but kept herself on the edge for a while as she focused on pressuring her bladder, a special show for her unsuspecting voyeur! She gasped and tilted her head back, her fingers now frantically rubbing her clitoris as she brought about her climax. She forced herself to release the contents of her bladder as she continued to rub her vagina, urine sprayed between her fingers and then into the air as she removed her hand. She had piss over her lower body, her skin wet with sweat and now her urine. Her body convulsed for a short time and then she slumped back, that had been an experience she thought to herself. Despite her actions, she had heard her neighbour stifle a gasp and chose to up the ante by turning her head to the side. Smoothing her hand over her urine coated skin up her body, she rubbed her face with her soiled hand and took a couple of fingers into her mouth and opened her eyes. She looked directly to where she knew her neighbour was and saw the look of horror on their face, she had caught them red handed and all she did was slowly suck her fingers out of her mouth and wink at them with a cheeky grin on her face.

"Heavens above!" She heard from the neighbour. "Please forgive me, I am so sorry!"

The neighbour was gone, footsteps once again retreated hastily followed by the sound of a door closing. Rose suddenly felt a little conflicted, had she taken it too far? She wondered. But then again, it was not an isolated occurrence and on several occasions the neighbour had chosen to play the voyeur and to her that meant that they enjoyed what they saw or perhaps it was her? So many questions floated in her mind. Despite the fact that she enjoyed playing with herself and a bit of toilet play, she had fetishes and kinks just like most people out there, that had been the first time she had done something that she would normally do in private to an audience and it turned her on a lot more than she realised.

Picking up her robe and her wine glass, she looked around her garden and at the fence where she had seen her neighbour and grinned to herself. All she wanted to do now was go take a cool shower and get into her bed. Her thoughts were all over the place and she resolved herself to the fact that she would have to have a chat with her neighbour about what had transpired that evening, she would invite them around for dinner. After her shower, she threw on an old oversized t-shirt and pulled the duvet down to the base of her bed before climbing on to it and activating the fan.

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The following morning, Rose had woken at around 7am and took her time getting up. She was thinking about the events from the evening before, a smile played across her lips as she caressed her breasts. Her nipples felt like bullets through her t-shirt as she smoothed her hands down her torso towards her vulva, she spread her thighs and continued smoothing her hands down the top of her thighs before bringing them back on the inside. Her hands now resting on either side of her moist vagina, moving her left hand down lower where she began stroking her anus in circular motion. Pushing her middle and index finger of her right hand into the folds of her labia, her vagina felt hot and wet, she spread her fingers exposing her clitoris. With her eyes closed, she bit her bottom lip as she pictured the look on her neighbours face. It didn't take her long to bring about a climax, feeling her sphincter pulsate and soft throbbing of her clitoris as she regained her breath.

She got up and went to the ensuite, taking off her t-shirt and tossing it in the laundry basket as she sat on the toilet. One of her favourite things in life, ever since she was young was going to the toilet, especially when it was a number two. The bigger and harder, the better! She loved the feeling of being stretched open, the slower the passage the better too and the subsequent relief afterwards when her aching sphincter returned to its normal state. The sounds and smells had long since stopped offending her, she simply embraced her time in the toilet. It was one of her many kinks, sometimes she would get a mirror so that she could watch herself go and even filmed herself a couple of times. She would watch the videos back and masturbate to them, which at first made her feel awkward about herself but after a few times it became one of her go to's.

The same feeling of awkwardness came over her as she ate her breakfast, she finished her mug of coffee as she watched the morning news. Walking out into the front garden, the temperature was rising already and according to the weather report, it was going to be a belter of a day. She was dressed for a run, sports bra, vest, lycra shorts, ankle socks and running trainers, her hair was tied in a ponytail and she wore a baseball cap. She took a cursory glance at her neighbours house as she put her air pods into her ears, selecting a playlist from Spotify before doing a few stretching exercises. Closing the gate behind her, she set off on her regular course that was approximately 8 miles long.

When she arrived back in the village, she made her way to Pruitt's General store as she needed to pick up a few items. Her breathing was a little ragged as she made her way to the entrance, she had seen a few people that she knew on her way through the village and had smiled and waved at them. She was covered in sweat, stepping through the threshold of the shop brought a wave of coolness to her that almost made her shiver. It was until she spotted her neighbour that she truly felt a shiver course through her body. She suddenly felt apprehensive, nervous, she swallowed a lump in her throat and coughed. The action had caused her neighbour and the shop owner to look towards her, she smiled at her neighbour and gingerly made her way over to her.

"Hello Joan!" She said with a warm smile, her voice a little shaken. "How are you?"

"Um, good morning! I... I am fine" She replied, her words seemed anxious and she had the look of a deer caught in headlights. "You?"

"I am well thanks, just been for a run!" Rose smiled. "Listen, we need to have a chat!"

"Oh Rose, I am so..." She trailed off when she felt Rose's hand clasp her own, looking up into her eyes.

"What are your plans for this evening? Why don't you pop over and I will rustle up something for us to eat! We can talk then?" She squeezed Joan's hand and looked at her imploringly. There was a long silence as the idea was contemplated.

"Okay."

"Marvellous! What time do you usually eat? Would 7 be okay?"

"7 is fine, do you want me to bring anything?"

"Just yourself! Oh and any allergies/dislikes?"

"No allergies, not keen on mushrooms!" she screwed her face up and then smiled back.

"Ok, see you then!" She squeezed her hand again and then released it.

"Bye."

Rose didn't want to keep her longer than needed, she could sense that her neighbour Joan was feeling rather awkward and nervous. Giving her an easy way out seemed the best course of action to take. She continued to do her shop, aware that Joan had made a quick dash to pay and leave the store. When Rose had picked up the items that she needed, she made her way to the counter and noticed the look on Mary Pruitts face.

"Everything okay Ms Pruitt? She half frowned and forced a smile.

"Yes dear!" The response was curt. "That will be £11,98 please."

"Okay!" Rose pulled her phone from her bra and unlocked it. She saw the expression on the other woman's face. "Are you sure?"

"You want to watch out for that one!"

"What on earth do you mean by that? What is wrong with her?" She frowned as she tapped her phone on the little device and heard it ping.

"Oh, she's one of those..."

"One of those, what exactly?"

"Lesbians!" The response came as a harsh whisper.

"And?"

"Well, you know!"

"I'm sorry but no, I don't!" Rose raised her voice a little. "It is a good job that we live in a more tolerant society then!" She picked up her shopping and frowned. Adrenaline coursed through her body, she was pissed off now and made her way to the door.

"I was just saying, that's all!"

"Well in future, keep your opinions to yourself and remember" she paused.

"Remember what?"

"People in glass houses!"

"What is that supposed to mean?" Mary Pruitt retorted.

"Even you have secrets! Secrets that you wouldn't like having talked about behind your back!"

Mary Pruitt scoffed and was left speechless, the colour drained from her face and she looked flustered. She herself now regretted her own actions because what she had heard was the truth, she too had her own secrets that she would be mortified if people knew. She looked at Rose, mouth ajar trying to find the words but they alluded her,

"Precisely!" With that, she walked out of the shop and made her way home. Discovering the fact that her neighbour Joan was or perhaps could be a lesbian played on her mind, it certainly put things into perspective.

Rose spent about 2 hours preparing a Lasagne for the dinner, she made a large tray knowing that Stevie would devour whatever was leftover when he returned the following day, it was his favourite after all. She had knocked up a simple green salad and prepared garlic ciabatta that was ready to go in the oven later. She also put a bottle of white wine into the fridge to chill, just in case and had other beverages available. She was excited, a bit more than she thought she would be and the thought did cross her mind that she was perhaps reading more into things. She was sexually open minded, although she had never really looked at women in that light before. Whilst out and about, she had been looking at the women she saw along her travels in a different light, she was noticing their beauty and even more so, she was appreciating their bottoms more than anything else.